Rosemary Prower, a 28-year-old vixen, sauntered down the hotel corridor, her heels clicking seductively against the polished floor. She knew her son, Tails, was waiting for her in his room, and she couldn’t wait to give him a birthday present he’d never forget. Her heart raced with anticipation as she approached his door, her hand poised to knock.
But Rosemary didn’t knock. Instead, she slipped the key card into the lock and let herself in, closing the door softly behind her. Tails was sprawled on the bed, his chiseled body on full display as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Mom? What are you doing here?”
Rosemary smirked, letting her hair fall across her left eye in a seductive manner. “I thought I’d give you a special birthday surprise, baby boy.”
Tails sat up, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. “Is that so? And what kind of surprise did you have in mind?”
Rosemary sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. “The kind that involves you and me, and a whole lot of sin.”
Tails’ breath hitched as she climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him on her hands and knees like a predator stalking its prey. When she reached him, she leaned in, her lips a hair’s breadth from his.
“Happy birthday, son,” she purred, before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep.
Tails groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as he pulled her closer, kissing her back with equal fervor. He nipped at her bottom lip, marking her as his, before trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
“You’re mine,” he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip.
Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.”
Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin.
“Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”
Rosemary writhed beneath him, her body on fire with need. “Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”
Tails flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her hair back hard as he pressed her face against the glass window. “Look at you, my dirty little whore. Pressing your tits against the window like a bitch in heat. Tell the glass how much you love it.”
Rosemary moaned, her face flushed with arousal. “I love it, sir. I’m such a slut for the window. I want to fuck it, sir.”
Tails chuckled darkly, slapping her ass hard. “Such a dirty girl. I think you need to be punished for being such a slut.”
Rosemary whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir. Punish me, please.”
Tails grabbed her by the throat, squeezing tightly as he ground his cock against her ass. “Beg for it, whore.”
“Please, sir,” Rosemary gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Punish me. Hurt me. Make me your bitch.”
Tails snarled, slapping her face hard, the sound echoing through the room. He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to the edge of the bed, and kicked her legs apart.
“Spread your legs, slut. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Rosemary obeyed, spreading her legs wide, exposing herself to him completely. Tails ran a finger along her slit, groaning at how wet she was.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, you dirty whore. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a cheap fuck toy.”
Rosemary moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, sir. I love it. I’m your dirty little fuck toy.”
Tails plunged two fingers inside her, fucking her hard and fast. “That’s right, take it like a good little slut. Milk my fingers with your greedy cunt.”
Rosemary cried out, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she came hard, her juices coating his hand. Tails pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Delicious,” he growled, before shoving her onto her back and climbing on top of her.
He grabbed her by the throat again, squeezing tightly as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Rosemary screamed, her nails raking down his back as he pounded into her, his hips slamming against hers.
“Yes, fuck me harder, sir,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Fuck me like the dirty whore I am.”
Tails obliged, fucking her with brutal force, his cock hitting her deepest spots. Rosemary came again, her body convulsing beneath him as she screamed his name.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Tails groaned, his movements becoming erratic. “Where do you want it, slut? In your pussy? In your mouth?”
“In my pussy,” Rosemary gasped, squeezing her muscles around him. “Fill me up, sir. Breed me like the bitch I am.”
Tails snarled, burying himself deep inside her as he came, his seed shooting deep into her womb. Rosemary moaned, her body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, Tails’ head resting on her chest. Rosemary stroked his hair, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Tails looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re incredible, mom. My perfect little slut.”
Rosemary laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. “And you’re my perfect little boy. Now, how about we get cleaned up and do it all over again?”
Tails grinned, his eyes gleaming with evil intent. “Sounds like a plan, mom. But first, I want to nurse from your tits.”
Rosemary moaned, guiding his mouth to her breast. “Yes, baby boy. Drink from your mommy’s tits. You’ve earned it.”
As Tails suckled at her breast, Rosemary held him close, her heart swelling with love and lust. She knew this was wrong, that they were crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. But in that moment, she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of her son’s body against hers, the taste of his skin, the sound of his moans.
And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, Rosemary knew that this was just the beginning. They had a lifetime of sinful pleasure ahead of them, and she couldn’t wait to explore every depraved, taboo fantasy with her beloved son.
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